Down In the valley on a midwinter's night walks
The Crone, unseen by human kind
Her weary heart longing for rest
Her eyes saw too much of sorrow and grief
There was a time when
She was adored and the valley full of bliss and joy
until the day the gaunt one appeared
He never smiled nor shed any tear!
And he raised his voice "Behold I'm Messiah!"
It was then She knew the time had come!
A dream? A dream? It's only a dream!
A dream? A dream? She lives in my dreams
The man, he spoke of commandments and sin
of wicked wifes, of chaste and virtious men
He'd sown the seed of mischief in their hearts:
Those once proud, now a submissive crowd!
And he raised his voice: "Behold I'm Messiah!
I'm the son of god! I come in fire!
My kingdom come! My will be done!"
It was then She knew her time had come!
A dream? A dream? It's only a dream!
A dream? A dream? She lives in my dreams...
Now the blind are leading the blind!
Independence and wisdom exchanged for ignorance and minority
Seizure and oppression amongst the once born free!
But still no one dared to raise a hand against The Crone
They were aware - despite his sermons -
that She still held The Strength and The Power
And as She miakes her way through centuries and decades
She waits for human kind to awake to shake off the chains of Messiah!
In patience She walks the world in search for those
who uphold the memento of the Golden Age!
While in his church, in fitful sleep,
tormented by nightmares lies Messiah In fright of the dark!
The demons he raised to strike the blind with fear were not |ust a mirage:
They've become alive - to haunt Messiah!
To end creation's devastation, the senseless sacrifice She.
The Weaver, weaves The Veil of Damnation!
